imessage | m.c

Chapter 12

Luke's P.o.V

i couldnt find coll anywhere and i needed to talk to her. i had looked in every room but michael's - kinda dont wanna walk in on him masturbating again. wow. i decided against my gut and knocked, i opened the door and couldn't believe my eyes. coll and michael. michael and coll making out. kissing. tonsil tennis. mouth fucking. this hurt me more than a bullet. as i stepped out to leave, coll stopped - and shouted me. i couldnt face her with tears streaming down my face, so i just kept walking. i was so confused on how to feel - happy for them? sad? enraged? i. didnt. fucking. know. i pulled my phone out of my pocket and pressed tinder, i was about to do something id regret. i tried to find a girl, to make coll jealous. and soon after swiping - i found a hot girl, who i was just gonna discard soon - but fuck it. i swiped right. ((idk how tinder works)) so i was just waiting for this girl to match with me, i sat for minutes which felt like hours, until a familiar ping made my arse vibrate. i pulled out my phone, gulped and started to type.

"Hey"

"Hello"

"How are you?"

"I'm great."

"Good!! Can I please point out that you're apsoloutely gorgeous, Arzaylea."

"Thanks!!"

what am i doing? im sure i heard about a girl called arzaylea doing dru--fuck. this is the arzaylea. who smoked cannabis, weed and shit. ive fucked up. ive really fucked up.